Little Girl

A little forgotten girl,
Heading down memory lane,
with curly hair,
carrying something

Held so tight,
in those little hands,
As if when she didn't,
it would fly away

She sits down in a patch of grass,
Thats where this ally leads,
The little forgotten girl,
in a little forgotten place

She opens her hands,
spreads them wide over her head,
and she starts spinning

Out of her little hands,
is something you can't see

You can feel it,
the sun light on your skin,
radiating

you can hear it,
the birds chripping,
people laughing

you can smell it,
the wind carrying salty warmth,
uplifting spirits

But then the little girl stops spinning,
and closes her hands

The little patch of grass reappears,
and we are walking back down the ally way

To where,
I don't know,
But as the little girl squeezes her hands shut,
I know what shes carrying

Hope,
A Dream,
Faith,
A Chance.